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30.


All truths wait in all things; 645
They neither hasten their own delivery, nor resist it;
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon;
The insignificant is as big to me as any;
(What is less or more than a touch?)
[30.1]

Logic and sermons never convince; 650
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
[30.2]

Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so;
Only what nobody denies is so.
[30.3]

A minute and a drop of me settle my brain;
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, 655
And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it becomes omnific ,
And until every one shall delight us, and we them.
[30.4]

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